The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

Many angry defending officers and soldiers launched a desperate charge under the leadership of the chief, trying to take back the city wall, but they all fell tragically on the road of charge. Although the devils entered the city, it was difficult for them to enter.

There is fierce fighting inside the city, and there is also fierce fighting outside the city. Although most of the positions of Zijin Mountain held by the teaching corps have been lost, the main peak is still firmly in their hands. Do not move.

Body 3 Chapter [-] Bloody Battle ([-])

The sound of guns resounded throughout the city of Nanjing, and hordes of devils poured in along the gaps in the city wall. They screamed ferociously, their bayonets turned red, and the ancient city was shrouded in a terrifying atmosphere.

The city wall of Guanghuamen had been bombarded by the devil's heavy artillery and many gaps had been destroyed. Although the defenders tried their best to stop them, they had to retreat into the city blocks after suffering heavy losses.

The Second Regiment of Xie Chengrui's teaching corps withdrew to Yudao Street, the remnants of the guerrilla battalion led by Yang Ling withdrew to Daguang Road, and the remaining officers and soldiers withdrew to Babaoqian Street with the Gendarmerie Battalion.

Under the shadowy clouds, countless houses in Nanjing were burning, thick smoke was billowing, and shells tearing the air whizzed and bombarded the residential areas in the city indiscriminately.

Cannonballs fell from time to time, rumbling and blasting houses and masonry roads flying across the road. Smoke and gunpowder smoke filled the city wantonly, and a chaotic atmosphere spread among the residents.

Yang Ling trotted through the rubble-strewn ruins with a gun in his hand, and the captured military shoes on his feet bumped against the uneven ground from time to time.

The brothers in the guerrilla battalion also followed him panting and retreated towards Daguang Road. The bloody battle at Guanghuamen made them all covered in blood and smoke, but their eyes still followed Yang Ling firmly.

Panting, Yang Ling ran to Daguang Road and stopped. The devils who invaded the city were not familiar with the terrain, and they were rushing towards the cobweb-like streets in groups at this moment. Not much time is given to them.

"You company commanders, come here."

Yang Ling looked at the panting and embarrassing team, and waved to Liu Yidao and the others.

Machine gun company commander Blacksmith had been shot several times and had been rescued and sent to the field hospital.

The three company commanders Liu Yidao, Wang Huzi and Qin Shou immediately ran to Yang Ling and stood still.

"Qin Shou, take someone to the ammunition depot immediately to ask Chief Lu for ammunition. Get as much as you can! Go now!"

"Yes!" Qin Shou agreed loudly, ran a few steps, turned around and ran back again: "Battle Commander, we didn't have an approval note, what should we do if the surname Lu doesn't give it?"

Yang Ling still has time to go to the chief to write a note. By then, the day lily will be cold. He pointed to the gun in Qin Shou's hand and said, "The gun in your hand is not a fire stick. Use your brains, he won't give you a piece of paper." Can't you figure it out yourself?"

Hearing Yang Ling's words, Qin Shou immediately understood, gritted his teeth, turned around and waved, "Follow me in a row!" He said and went straight to the direction of the ammunition depot.

The devils had already invaded Nanjing City, and Yang Ling didn't have time to apply for the approval slip for receiving the ammunition, so he could only cut first and play later, after receiving the ammunition, anyway, this was not the first time he had made a mistake.

"Wang Huzi, I'll draw a platoon from the machine gun for you, and you lie in ambush against the ruins of the house!"

"Liu Yidao, you take Sanlian and the rest of the brothers to the back to rest and serve as the reserve team."

Yang Ling's order was simple and neat, and the brothers who retreated to Daguang Road quickly got busy and rushed to their respective positions under the leadership of their respective officers.

"Huzi, go and count the casualties of each company, and report them to me as soon as possible."

Their guerrilla battalion suffered heavy losses in Guanghuamen, and the machine gun company commander blacksmith was seriously injured and sent down, let alone ordinary brothers.

"Battalion Commander, we have run out of bandages, what should we do?" As soon as the guard Hu Zi left, the medical soldier Xi Zi rushed over.

The lack of medicines has always been a headache for Yang Ling. During the battle, many brothers were injured and could not receive timely medical treatment, which made his heart feel like a knife, but the conditions were bad, and there was nothing he could do.

Yang Ling pointed to the corpses of the robbed brothers on the stretcher and gritted his teeth, "Remove the bandages from their bodies, boil them, and reuse them. I'll find a way for you here."

Xizi also knew Yang Ling's difficulties, so she had to sigh and find someone to remove the bandages on the dead man, and was going to boil them in water and reuse them.

The devils had broken into Nanjing City. Although the defenders were still resisting, the city was already very dangerous. Yang Ling was very worried about Zhang Hongying's safety in the field hospital.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to find medicine and bandages, Yang Ling sent people to the field hospital, told them that the devils had entered the city, and asked them to evacuate to a safe area immediately.

After Yang Ling gave all orders, he turned and walked towards a house beside the street. Before the devils came after him, he was exhausted physically and mentally, and wanted to seize the time to be alone for a while. The fierce battle had made him tense, and he Want to be quiet and relax.

Nanjing City is destined to be unable to defend, but he doesn't want to run away immediately, he has to resist until the last moment, otherwise he won't feel at ease.

Yang Ling pushed open the door and got into the room. The doors and windows of the room were closed, and it was as dark as water. When he got used to the dim light in the room, he was vigilant and found that something was wrong in the room.

Yang Ling was also taken aback, and hastily raised his gun, pulled the bolt and aimed at the back of the table, and shouted, "Who is it! Come out!"

"Boss, don't shoot, don't shoot..."

A white-haired old man came out from behind the table with his hands raised. The old man's face was full of fear.

Yang Ling saw clearly that it was a commoner who hadn't evacuated, and he was relieved. He thought it was a devil who had infiltrated him, and he was startled.

He put down the muzzle of the gun, and his face softened: "Old man, the devil is here, why haven't you left yet?"

Seeing that Yang Ling and Mei Shanmu didn't look like bad guys, the old man's fear dissipated a little, and he sighed and said, "I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving."

Yang Ling was also tired, so he found a chair and sat down.

"Old man, why don't you leave? This little devil kills people like hemp. It's dangerous for you to stay here. I'll let someone escort you away."

The old man hurriedly waved his hand, picked up the teapot and poured Yang Ling a bowl of water, and sat down at the table with Yang Ling himself, shaking his head and sighing.

"Boss, I won't bother you with my old bones. My loess is buried up to my neck. It doesn't matter if I die. Our family has lived here for generations. It is my blessing to die at home."

The old man said to Yang Ling: "It's you soldiers who came all the way here to fight the Japanese devils. Many of them were buried hastily when they died. The family didn't know whether they were dead or alive. It's really pitiful. "

Hearing what the old man said, Yang Ling was also very moved. The troops from all provinces went to the front line of the Anti-Japanese War. There were corpses and bones everywhere, but apart from their family members, who else remembered them.

Yang Ling forced a smile and said: "Old man, we are soldiers, and we should do our duty to defend our home and country. Besides, loyal bones are buried everywhere in this green hill. Why do we need to return corpses shrouded in horse leather? Even if we sacrificed, there are still thousands of Chinese people Stand up and fight the devils, we will win in the end."

"Okay, okay, with you here, even if this Nanjing is gone, the little devil will never want to destroy my country." The old man began to wipe his tears as he spoke: "Poor my three sons, they all died when they hit Shanghai We can't wait for the day of victory."

After careful questioning, Yang Ling learned that the old man's three sons were all soldiers in the army. They died within a month of leaving for Shanghai, and only sent back a death notice.

Thinking of the gray-haired old man bearing the heavy blow of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man away, the son is gone, and the family is almost gone, Yang Ling felt a heart-wrenching pain in his heart. The suffering caused by the devils to the Chinese nation is really too much to write.

"Old man, your son died, and we continue to fight. As long as we have breath, we will continue to fight to the end, but it is really not safe for you to stay here, making it difficult for us to fight freely. I still Escort you to a safe place." Yang Ling persuaded with earnestness.

Under Yang Ling's persuasive persuasion, the old man finally agreed to leave here. Yang Ling asked people to sort out the neighborhood again, and sent those residents who were hiding in the house to the back, not wanting them to die in the artillery fire.

Body 3 Chapter [-] Final meeting

Fierce gunfire sounded in the city of Nanjing. The city guards had launched fierce street battles with the devils who broke into the city. The two sides repeatedly fought for every house and every street.

Tang Shengzhi's garrison commander could already clearly hear the sound of firefights in the distance, and emergency phone calls kept coming and going from everywhere.

The staff officers in the commander's department of the garrison were all busy, and the air was full of panic. Tang Shengzhi had no intention of drinking tea, and looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, smoking a suffocating cigarette.

The chairman of the committee had already sent him a secret telegram, and if Nanjing was really unstoppable, he could evacuate by camera, and he sighed dejectedly.

The heavy artillery of the devil's plane has already blown away his vow to live and die with Nanjing. If he continues to fight, he may really lose his life in Nanjing. At this moment, he has no intention of fighting. Just withdraw. , is better than losing your life.

"Report!" An officer rushed to Tang Shengzhi and said, "Mr. Tang, Mr. Liu and Mr. Luo are back."

Deputy Commander Liu Xing and Deputy Commander Luo Zhuoying personally went to Guanghua Gate and Zhonghua Gate to take command when the battle was fierce. After receiving Tang Shengzhi's order, they returned to the Garrison Commander's Department in a dusty manner.